Three streaks of flowing light landed in a gloomy valley and transformed into the Yellow Flower Temple Master, along with that man and woman in black.
Mist filled the valley, and at its end stood a cave estate. Amid a thunderous rumble, the heavy gates swung open.
"Let's go!"
The woman said, "Master is waiting for you inside."
She and the black-robed man led the way in front. Duomu Monster's gaze flickered; after gritting his teeth, he followed.
Right now, these people had leverage over him. Unless he could make everyone who knew his identity die and keep the secret forever, he could only obey them.
Because he knew very well that, with the things he had done in the past, once his identity was thrown out, the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect would surely find their way here like sharks smelling blood, and eliminate him.
The reason he had hidden his name and buried his identity was precisely that he had no confidence he could oppose the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect. In other words, as people often said, if you could not afford to provoke them, you could only afford to hide from them.
After entering, there was a long corridor, brightly lit by lamps. In addition, Duomu Monster saw many lesser demons, and after passing through the passage, they arrived at a vast main hall.
Because this place truly looked like the great hall of a temple!
Inside the hall, a monk dressed in a black kasaya and wearing a Vairocana Hat, appearing quite handsome, was seated cross-legged on a Dharma platform with his eyes closed. Beside him stood a khakkhara.
But the most memorable thing was the bewitching dark-purple Black Lotus pattern between his brows.
"A... a monk, the Buddhist Sect..."
The instant Duomu